sway, sway, fall

and I sway with purity
with a hunger I cannot sate
a need to devour all that's impure
refine that which lacks defintion

there is that call for the divine
in this frail mortal shell
alongside the immortal fear
of being stuck in a desolate hell

for that lateness of time
and peace I fail to find
save me from myself
before I have nothing else.

Date Added: Wednesday June 11, 2003 - [permalink]

Dedication /Inspiration:
museful moment, lacking control or definition, failed to express it as it passed.

However, definitive in a fashion but requires more definition? or rhythm. it just seems to lack.